"What is this?"
Upon hearing these words, everyone imdiately looked over, gasping collectively.
They saw that, at so unknown ti, countless bolts of lightning had gathered around Ye Qingchen. These bolts were clearly remnants of the earlier shattered thunder, which had not completely dissipated into the void but had instead quietly converged.
Now, they had ford a vast, towering wall of lightning, resembling a square coffin that directly imprisoned Ye Qingchen within.
"You didn't expect this, did you!"
Ci Fla laughed maniacally, eyes full of mockery. "Ye Qingchen, I admit you're strong... even to this extent, but that still doesn't an you've won!"
"How about this feeling of going from life to death?"
Ci Fla's eyes were full of hatred.
Ye Qingchen was very strong.
So strong that it exceeded his imagination; he was simply not Ye Qingchen's match. But one must understand that in battles of life and death, it's not just about strength; there is also strategy involved!
"It's over!"
Ci Fla suddenly shouted, clapping his hands together.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the Thunder Coffin compressed violently with unmatched power. Everyone could imagine that when this coffin compressed to the extre, regardless of Ye Qingchen's strength inside, he would definitely be crushed to dust.
This was Ci Fla's final trump card.
"It's over!"
Zhu Huaitong finally smiled slightly, although this battle had its twists and turns, the Celestial God Sect ultimately triumphed. No matter how strong Ye Qingchen was, he would ultimately be defeated by Ci Fla.
"Indeed, the Celestial God Sect has won!"
The various aristocratic families, clans, and sects present all sighed in relief, their eyes lit with smiles.
"This... how is this possible?"
The other cultivators and Celestial Saints widened their eyes, unable to accept the situation. Clearly, Ye Qingchen had already injured Ci Fla, and with one more move, he could have killed him.
But he fell into Ci Fla's trap?
And this is how it ended up?
"Break for !"
Qin Wentian grabbed with his right hand, True Qi gathered and transford into a spear, shooting towards the Thunder Coffin.
But.
The spear was torn to pieces by the rampant lightning around the coffin before it even got close. This was Ci Fla's killing move prepared for Ye Qingchen; how could it be easily broken?
Rumble!
The Thunder Coffin continued to shrink, getting smaller and smaller until even Ye Qingchen's figure was completely covered. The mont he would be crushed by the coffin was imminent.
Suddenly, from within the Thunder Coffin, the sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out:
"Clang!"
This sword murmur, though faint, lingered on and on. At this mont, it poured out like rcury, flowing into every pore of everyone's body.
Under this sword murmur, everyone felt their hair stand on end, goosebumps erupting all over their bodies.
It was an indescribable feeling.
Yet for Ci Fla.
He felt an unprecedented sense of death looming over him like a tide. This feeling far surpassed anything he had experienced before, making his heart plumt!
"Not good!"
Ci Fla exclaid, retreating rapidly with hardly any hesitation.
People were puzzled as to why Ci Fla would suddenly retreat without a fight.
Then they saw.
A long sword suddenly pierced through the Thunder Coffin, then gently swung.
"Sizzle!"
That overwhelming Thunder Coffin was sliced through like fragile paper without any resistance by this single sword swing. Under this sword strike, Ci Fla, who was retreating rapidly, suddenly shuddered, as if the scene was frozen.
"This..."
Everyone looked on in shock.
They saw.
A line of blood slowly appeared at Ci Fla's throat, and as it spread, no matter how hard he clutched at his throat, he couldn't stop the flood of blood pouring out.
Finally, with a loud bang, he fell to the ground like a felled tree and lay motionless.
Blood flowed slowly, staining the ground red.
Silence!
The scene was deathly silent. No one spoke; everyone stared dumbfounded at what had unfolded.
Ci Fla was dead!
He was killed by a single sword stroke from Ye Qingchen!
When the Thunder Coffin appeared earlier, everyone thought Ye Qingchen would inevitably et his end, crushed to dust. But who would have thought with just a gentle flick of his sword, he would tear apart what seed an insurmountable Thunder Coffin?
More so, he killed Ci Fla!
Qin Wentian widened his eyes, at this mont, the image of Ye Qingchen rged with the figure from the fierce battle against the Mo Luo Celestial Saint, the youth who once needed him to lead the way had now reached a level he couldn't hope to match.
Yun Xuan and the other Celestial Saints' expressions shifted from despair to shock, then to joy. This youth repeatedly achieved miracles, leaving people in disbelief.
Zhu Huaitong and others felt their bodies go weak as if all their bones were extracted, collapsing on the spot, filled with despair. Now that even Ci Fla was dead, who could possibly defeat Ye Qingchen?
At this mont.
Ye Qingchen stood in the void, his gaze emotionless.
Indeed, Ci Fla's plot was very clever, and anyone else would likely be unable to escape and would surely have t their end.
But he encountered Ye Qingchen, and Ye Qingchen didn't even use the 'Heaven-Slaying Immortal Sword Scripture' or the True Martial Sword of the combined three styles of the 'Nine Separation Sword Scripture.'
The sword just now was rely an ordinary strike.
This sword was precisely the one he obtained from the Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint in the Desert Spirit Spring.
The sword had no na, but its entire body was flawless and naturally ford, with only two small seal characters 'Gui Xu' carved on the blade, so Ye Qingchen nad it the 'Gui Xu Sword'!
In the end, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.
Using it for the first ti, Ye Qingchen killed a Celestial Saint Eighth Layer powerhouse, a feat worthy of the 'Gui Xu Sword' na.
However.
The Gui Xu Sword in his hand continued to hum, seemingly excited but also a bit discontent.
"After I've finished with the matters in Yun Ding City, I will let you drink your fill of powerful opponents' blood,"
Ye Qingchen said calmly, flicking the sword.
With a 'swish,' the Gui Xu Sword returned to its sheath.
Then, he redirected his gaze toward Zhu Huaitong and the others.
This one glance made Zhu Huaitong and his company tremble, feeling as if doused with ice water, nearly freezing their very souls. Before they could recover, Ye Qingchen's calm voice was heard:
"You have allied with the Celestial God Sect, being accomplices with the tiger; your cris are unforgivable!"
Boom!
This calm voice sounded like thunder in their ears.
"It's over!"
At this mont.
Zhu Huaitong's eyes were filled with despair, and an overwhelming sense of regret surged through his heart.
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